RIDE ✧ {H.S.}

7.

A/N Get ready. Are you ready? U aren't ready.

POV ✧ HARRY STYLES

Growing shrooms is simple, really.

To get mycelium, you need microscopic spores to germinate. Cultivating a good mycelium that's strong enough to produce mushrooms requires a rich enough environment to feed off of. Store bought rice is good, but manure is great. It needs a tight and damp place to flourish. If done right, the mycelium will dominate the entire field til it's stripped of nutrients. 

Livia never invited me places unless it was to show off to someone. She knew my status, it was coveted. I held the talent she loved to cling to. After silently monitoring my band days, she and her other executives were quick to grab me as a solo artist since A.C. Record had a revitalization, a break in the industry that hadn't been seen since the 80's. 

She wanted my brand as the rogue band member that couldn't contain himself. I'd been filmed doing plenty, including sleeping with the bands old manager. Once that leaked, the group split. We couldn't continue with that kind of publicity. But that fit what she wanted  A.C. record label to capture. 

The threat of imminent death. That's whats required for the mycelium to branch off and reproduce. It must feel threatened before spreading its genetics and replenishing itself. Fully colonized fertilizer is where the mycelium then reaches for humidity in the air and sunlight to grow. Rain or condensation from perspiration reach the mycelium and create the coveted magic mushrooms.

Formal emails were Livia's main way of communicating with me, but I never read what I was sent. My assistant Silh was the one to notify me of whatever I had going on. It  was shocked I had a private meeting with Livia in my calendar. Her family had ties to some fancy hotel chain that produced billions before she could even walk, so she chose to meet there. She enjoyed living off their money and prestige, while adopting the dirty lifestyle that someone like I held. 

Part of my brain itched to know if Clio was going to be at this little meeting. Livia sent Silh the address of her family hotel located in central area with an oceanside view. Wherever I was going was given to my driver who'd cart me the places I needed. When I went around I liked to bring something to capture with, which used to be my vintage Contax rangefinder til it was used as ammunition against me. Today I brought my backup camera with a brown leather strap to match the leather on my shoes. The dress code wasn't specified, so I wore something I knew would good  look taken off.

For home use, it's best to get P. cubensis mushroom , filled in a syringe with their microscopic black spores inside. Inoculation is the first step. Find clean grains that are nutrient rich enough is vital for the foundation of this cultivation. In this contained environment you need to mimic natures real cycles, of wind, rain and shine. 

Valet tried to hound me the second I slouched out of the backseat of my car. Given my recent wreck, A.C. records sent an SUV to pick me up. The tinted windows gave room to the imagination as just the smoke from my blunt fogged the glass. The suited driver had little to say as my cheeks hollowed and sucked at the joint til I expanded my lungs before filling his air. I used my diaphragm to keep the smoke inside me, feeling the effects hit my brain. 

My stumbling was somewhat noticeable before my feet even hit the entrance of the hotel. I grappled at the door being opened for me in attempt to balance myself. Between my smoked out brain my eyes were able to scan the area. I'd been staying up quite late these last few weeks, which didn't mix well with my high and empty stomach.